Bound by the Texas Billionaire (BBW Erotica) (Billionaire BDSM) (Billionaire Domination) (8 page)

No turning back now,
Macy girl.

She wa
lked into the living room. It looked the same as before—sterile, empty, and cold. She ran her hand along the back of the leather couch as she walked further into the room. Well, she smiled, remembering Logan groaning as he came inside her mouth, maybe not always so cold.

She heard Logan speaking on the phone, the
sound of his deep voice growing louder as he walked down the hallway to join her. She melted at the sight of him. He still wore his suit, but he had loosened the tie and his hair was slightly ruffled as if he’d been running his fingers through it. He looked so…normal. As if he’d been waiting for her to come home from work. Anticipating the time they would be together. She knew that wasn’t true. He’d probably been distracted while he brokered a deal. Or two. Or three. Logan never stopped. He never let himself just be.

Even though he continued to
speak on the phone, he motioned her closer, placing a finger to his lips indicating that she was to remain silent. He took the heavy weight of her breast in the palm of his hand, flicking the sensitive nipple with his thumb as he continued his conversation. If asked later, Macy knew she’d never be able to repeat the details of the exchange or even attest to what language had been spoken. She bit her lip to keep from crying out at the pleasure his touch evoked.

He continued his conversation
all the while watching her, touching her. Once he was finished, he placed his cell phone on a side table and gave her his full attention.

“
You respond so beautifully.” He took her other breast, massaging her roughly before plucking at the centers with his fingers.

“Just so we are one hundred percent clear with each other, y
ou realize this month will be different, don’t you?” Logan paused, waiting for her answer. His look was so intense she shivered.

“Yes.” She knew he would not g
o easy on her this time. Tonight, tomorrow, whenever he decided, they would engage in hardcore sex. Domination. Submission. Pain. Pleasure.

Love.

Even if he didn’t realize it yet, their time together would be filled with love. She was going to wrap him up in it, whether he recognized it or not. That would be her gift to him.

“Do you remember your safe word, Macy?”

Right
. Like she’d ever forget it or why she’d thought of it in the first place. Licking his dick like it was her very own lollipop. She nodded her head, afraid to trust her voice. She was more nervous this time than the last. She didn’t want him to know that since only she would understand the reason why. If she told him she loved him, he would send her away. Even though they had been as intimate as two people could get, physically, Macy wanted to establish an intimacy between them on a very different level. Logan would freak if he knew what she was thinking. Any deviation from the contract would play havoc with his precious control.

Macy wanted to make him lose
that control. He had told her that first weekend he wanted to teach her about herself. He had. She’d trusted him to catch her when she fell. Now she wanted to teach him that same kind of trust. She wanted to show him the power of learning to love.

H
e took her hand and placed it over the rigid outline of his cock. “I want you, Miss Trent. Let yourself go.”

I will if you will.

Why did women, of any size, doubt their ability to attract a man even when they had the hard proof in the palm of their hand?

She squeaked as a firm hand landed on her backside. “Pay attention, Miss Trent.”

It took everything she had not to giggle. He sounded annoyed. “Yes, sir.”

She gave him a sultry look. Time to throw him off his game.
“I have your present in me.”

His eyes narrowed. “Where?”

She smiled. The contract she had signed in his office had an ending date of one month. She had thirty days to convince Logan Quinn he needed her in his life. “That’s something you’ll have to discover on your own.”

“And how do you suggest I perform this search?”

“I’m not picky. You can use your tongue,” she trailed a finger down his strong jaw. “Your finger,” her light touch skidded down his arm. “Your dick,” her hand closed once again around his rigid shaft.

“Into the bedroom,
” he growled.

He put his hand on the small of her back, guiding her down the hallway as casually as if he were leading her to a table in a restaurant. She felt the steel ball
s rubbing inside her and hoped he hurried. Finally he would touch her. Take out the freaking things and replace them with his long, hard cock.

“
Undress me.” He didn’t take a seat on the bed or the straight-backed chair on the other side of the room. He stood in the middle of the room, waiting. Waiting for her to obey. Something she was more than happy to do.

Macy knelt before him, u
nlacing one of his leather shoes. When she placed her hand behind his calf, he stepped out of it. She repeated the procedure with the other foot and removed his socks.

“Are the balls moving inside you, Miss Trent?”

His question was as casual as if he were inquiring about the weather.

“Did you put them in you
r sweet little pussy? Is that where you want my cock?”

He smiled as her hand faltered on the buttons of his shirt. She
’d already undone his tie. She pulled the shirt from his pants and completed her task without answering. It joined the tie on the chair.

Next, she
reached for his belt, cursing the tremble in her hands. Discarding it quickly, she undid the fastener of his dress slacks, lowering the zipper slowly. She pushed the pants off his hips and down his long, muscular legs. She made sure her breath fanned across his thighs as she removed them. She gasped as she looked at him. His dick was so hard and long it rose above the waistband of his underwear, the head a dark purplish color as if over-engorged with blood.

“Finish the job, Macy.”

His dick sprung free when she removed the restricting fabric of his briefs.

She wanted to take him in her mo
uth. There was something erotically decadent about kneeling before him fully clothed while he was nude. The control should have been in her hands, he should have been the one feeling vulnerable. But the size of his erection told her he was not intimidated in the least.

“Now it’s your turn
.” She expected him to order her to strip and was surprised when he pushed her jacket from her shoulders.

He undressed her
slowly from top to bottom. First her shirt, then her skirt, his hands steady and sure. Only the tightening of his expression told her that he was as aroused as she. Well, that and the fact that he had a massive hard-on.

Finally, s
he stood before him in nothing but her bra, thong, hose and shoes. Thankfully she’d worn a half-way decent bra today. As soon as she could get away, she was going to go shopping for something a lot more appropriate to the, er, situation.

His eyes roamed over h
er and she struggled to breathe.

“
Hands above your head.”

She did as she was told, f
eeling the rush of power it gave her to please him. He walked behind her and placed his hands on top of hers, gently stroking his hands down her arms, then up again, caressing the flesh underneath. Her big girl flesh. She took a deep breath and forced the thought away.

“The first rule you are going to learn to obey is allowing my touch without flinching.” His hands spread over her stomach. “It is my right to touch y
ou, Macy. Anywhere, everywhere. Everything about you is beautiful. From the top of your pretty head to the tips of those ten perfect toes.”

He moved his hands
to cup her breasts through the silky material of her bra. “As pretty as this is against your skin, it’s getting in my way.” He undid the front clasp freeing her breasts. They sprung forward, the tips already hard with wanting.

He
moved around to stand in front of her, his body brushing hers from chest to thigh. Bending his head, he ran his tongue along her collarbone then down between the deep valley of her breasts. He didn’t stop there, but followed the natural curve of her body from her stomach to her hip, placing wet, lingering kisses along the way. He traced the seam of her inner thighs as if he were going to spread her legs and lick her throbbing clit.

“Yes
, Logan,” she breathed huskily wanting to feel his tongue on her aching flesh. She was wound so tightly she knew it would only take a stroke or two to set her off.

But he was only teasing. He rose back up to his full height.
“I’m not quite sure which part of your body I’m going to enjoy most,” he mused as he played languidly with her nipples. They needed very little encouragement to tighten into even harder points. “We’ll need to go shopping.”

Macy stiffened a
nd almost dropped her arms. “I am not going back to
that
place.”

They both knew she was talking about
Pampered Elegance
, the lingerie shop ran by his ex-lover.

He pinched her nipples har
d. “Enough. You will if I say you will.” His fingers stroked gently across her nipples, alleviating the pain he’d inflicted. “But no, Miss Trent, I wasn’t talking about lingerie or even clothing. We’ll need to go shopping for some new toys.”

“Toys?”

“I always buy new toys when I change subs.” He continued to pinch and squeeze her nipples. “I can see these clamped between two pieces of gold. You’re warm, Miss Trent. Gold will suit you perfectly.”

A full body shiver went th
rough Macy at the mention of nipple clamps. The firm touch of his fingers was enough to nearly drive her out of her mind. She could only image the pressure the cold clamps would create. Then he was touching her where she needed it most, between her legs. He found her clit and pinched it. “Will you wear a ring here for me, Macy?”

It wasn’t a question
she had been expecting, but she would have agreed to anything as long as he kept moving his finger. As long as he made her explode.

He stepped away from her and said, “Go place your hands on the wall.”

She removed her bra completely and did as he said without any hesitation, arching her back and presenting her backside to him. There was a small ripping sound and she knew he was donning protection. He moved behind her, placing his hands on her hips. He pushed his cock between her legs, dragging his dick across the lips of her vagina. Teasing her.

“Lean forward, baby.”
His warm palm covered the small of her back, urging obedience. “Where are the balls, Macy?” His hand traveled down over the contours of her round ass. “In your sweet pussy?”

Macy nodded,
unable to answer audibly. He pressed his fingers inside her from behind, quickly removing the objects in a manner that told Macy he’d done this before. With one swift thrust he was inside of her, filling her, and that was all it took to make her come.

“That’s it
, baby,” his voice was raspy against her ear. “Milk me with that delicious cunt of yours.” He thrust inside of her only twice more before he was falling with her over the edge. They had been starved for each other, too hungry for release to wait any longer.

*****

The next few days were Macy’s worst nightmare and her greatest dream. Logan coaxed her, prodded her, and maneuvered her into so many wild and varied positions she felt like a human pretzel some nights. But she tried them all–once. Which was all he ever asked. If they did something that made her uncomfortable, he stopped. All without her using her safe word. Logan had been correct when he commented on the couple’s performance in the Japanese club, the dominant had given his submissive exactly what she needed.

Logan was doing the same for Macy. He pushed her past her comfort zone and opened up a whole new world to her. Although they both quickly discovered she would never make a true submissive, she was willing to please
him. She prayed he realized that she would never engage in such behavior with anyone else. And that somewhere deep down, he’d realize that she did it for him because she loved him.

But s
he was discovering things about herself she had never known as well. Logan had truly freed the assertive woman inside her. He’d also given her confidence in her appearance. She no longer cringed inside when his hand roamed over her valleys and curves. Her body was perfect and every inch of it deserved the same careful attention from her lover’s hand.

He still hadn’t suggested putti
ng her in a harness again. She hoped that had just been an idle threat but she wasn’t certain. She had not been inside the room she’d imagined holding all sorts of wild and exotic sex things.

She spent every night in his bed but
had not moved in with him. She had no expectation of doing so either. Their time together was limited. She had no reason to bring over any of her things since Logan had ordered a new wardrobe for her. New suits for the office, flirty dresses, shoes, casual clothing. Lingerie. Everything she needed for the next thirty days. Which in a way was very comforting to Macy. She could leave it all there when she left. No physical reminders of their time together.